A Gentle Touch

February 7, 2015

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I take refuge in the LordAs a child I came to himIn the night I sought his helpAlone and crying

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His gentle love cameIn the silence tenderlyHer nurturing handsTouched and held me with kindnessMy grandmother knew how to care

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Lost her at sevenAnd other dear ones who caredHatred won the dayTrauma entered my pathwayLoss of love ones became real

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What can a child sayNo words can explain the painThere’s no one who hears me cryAlone with my tearsI was held in the darknessLooking back I can see it

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When I became bigI read this story of loveA gentle man cameHis life attracted my soulCompassion drew me to him

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The little boy remembersIn the night I found comfortThis mysterious love cameGently held my soul

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I fell in love with JesusHis kindness and compassionHas healed my soul with wonderTouched my soul with joy

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Fear and fretting blindThey will hide his compassionRob the soul of lifeMy God says, “Don’t be afraid!I’ll not leave you desolate.”

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This friendship calls me To not believe “in” JesusBut believe JesusPresent and counting my tearsWith His promise to help me

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Every one has a story. I found that good reflection creates space to remember the past and look ahead to the future. I cannot define the future when my anxiety and fears keep me from seeing past the present. Whose words I trust when the trouble comes becomes my decision. I believe God is my friend and your friend. I will not allow my perception of him to be defined by the people who claim to be his followers or those who react to others perception. Religion fails and people fail. Looking back on the abandoned child the mystery of love showed up for me that is undeniable. I certainly can’t prove it nor can anyone disprove it. What the “trouble” did was caused me to get into a quest to know what is really true. Was the one who claimed “to give life and give it abundantly” a liar, crazy or telling the truth? I decided to be a seeker of what is real in this world and I found his teaching and the way he lived resonate with my deepest soul wound. I made it my aim fifty-four years ago to find out what makes sense in life because what happened to me as a child. I did not want the same thing to happen to my children. Psalms became my mother and Proverbs became my father. I found their words trustworthy and enlightening then and now!

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Psalm 37 prompted these thoughts this morning. All the best on your journey.